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He felt a little light-headed after that, but it would pass. Her refusal did dampen his spirits a little as well, but it was alright - not every damsel needed to be saved, and he was hardly an adequate guardian. Renoir nodded softly while the laughter bubbled from him, eventually dwindling to silence, and he sucked in a few more even breaths. Oh, mwen did not mean pou sigjere - ah, his words were not so great here, always having to remember his lessons and convert his words to another tongue. He was flustered from his peacocking display (though it had been a joke), and was now put off-kilter with this thought that he'd offended her somehow.

I am sorry, my words are mal - ehm, wrong. Wrong! Well, that much clicked. He was sounding foolish now, at least in his own mind, and felt his spirit withering with every wrong-turn he made. You are right, dat is what mwen is trying da say. Phew. Hopefully his speech issues weren't making her think ill of him, but Renoir couldn't fault her if it did. He gave his head a little shake and added, I 'ope 'ou find what it is 'ou be wanting.

She reminded him vaguely of his sister. Perhaps only because they were both women and they were both on their own path away from him, but... It was enough of a connection for Ren to feel a little sad by this point in the conversation. Soon it would be over, and he would have to go back to visiting the flowers instead of this bright girl.